Brief Transliteration of this title:
Company of a saintly person is truly a great company. I am waiting for the same. The company as such liberates one from the cycles of birth and death. If I could get company as such, I would definitely go out with him, converting myself with his colours. As borax helps to dilute a hard metal like gold, similarly words of saintly persons can melt a stone. But my stony heart does not get dissolved! Lalan says, -My time is passing away fast. I must now concentrate on the name of the Almighty. I practice rosary everyday but the practice with beads of mind I have failed to perform!

Title: Ananto Hoyoccho

Sung By SadGuru Swami Sadhanananda Giri

Brief Transliteration of this title:
You have been infinite. O, that’s fine. May you remain infinite and unfathomable for good. If you would make yourself readily accessible, your charm would have been lost. Who would be eager to perceive you then? But will he, who is tempted to search for you, desist so soon? He may not reach you. He may die, but his search will never end. The more I run after you, I know, you will keep a distance. But, the more I fail to reach you my eagerness gets increased. The more I follow your ideas, I feel, my being gets reformed. You shall remain ever unending, me too. My being will ultimately get lost in you.

Title: Sangsar Ghireche Amay

Sung by SadGuru Swami Sadhanananda Giri

Brief Transliteration of this title:
The mundane world has surrounded me like the mythical seven charioteers. I am entrapped in this circular military array of illusion. The mind, when debased, is Jayadrath. He is accompanied by six charioteers in the killing spree. One is Karna, representing the carnal desire, whose arrows piers the mind through and through. The second is anger or Duhsasan who rules over me. The third is avarice or Sakuni.The illusion is Kripa.The ego is Ashwathama. Envy is Dronacharyea, one invincible in this world. I only know how to enter the array. But I do not know how to come out. This time where you are, O Partha, the great warrior! My spiritual practices are the soldiers on my side. I have none else to fight for me. I have no more arrows in my quiver to fight this sinful battle.
At the time of death Avimanyu, the mythical martyr, cried out in the name of Lord Krishna. The same fate awaits me. I have nothing to fear.